Where did the freedom of youth go?
I woke one morning and found it gone.
Though the search for freedom continues
Responsibility carves a deep path
With steep walls to ward off would be climbers.

But I'm sure it can be done!
Drag that snarling machine that carves the path.
Finger by finger, clawing up those walls.
Struggle fiercely, panting and growling
To the freedom which lies above.

Those things in life which come hardest
Are most often the sweetest to taste.
What then could ever be sweeter than freedom
Freedom fought for tooth and nail
Earned through blood, sweat, and tears.

But fear not the jaws of responsibility
Though it brings terror to the hearts of men
It has boundless beauty and importance
For what joy would freedom hold
Without reason to enjoy its flavour